Chapter 251: Chapter 251

Chapter 251:

“Consider this. What is the most effective strategy against enemies?”

Instantly, Dorsey typed, “Aim for their proudest achievements.”

“Exactly.

Do you all understand now?”

This reply momentarily silenced the group. Were they supposed to grasp something deeper? Rather than admit any confusion, everyone quickly concurred, feigning understanding before logging off in a coordinated fashion.

In reality, only Coulson and Dorsey truly appreciated the subtlety of Harlee’s tactics.

Harlee had been masterfully orchestrating her response from the very beginning, unaffected by the sway of public opinion.

While the evening’s efforts might have seemed pointless to some, Dorsey experienced an epiphany. She realized her adeptness at navigating these online confrontations.

From then on, she began to engage with online trolls as a way to hone this skill and relieve stress whenever she encountered daunting challenges.

With her quick wit and ability to churn out insults at lightning speed, she found the perfect way to blow off steam. She hardly ever came out on the losing end of these exchanges.

Meanwhile, in the makeshift office in Claelia, Rhys’s dark eyes burned with a dangerous, unyielding focus.

“Nothing?”

Hamilton’s nod was shaky, his voice tinged with apprehension.

“Nothing at all…”

Even after deploying numerous forces throughout the country, not a hint of Harlee’s trace could be found.

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They had scoured the area the entire night, tirelessly, yet it seemed as if Harlee had simply vanished from existence.

Despite utilizing every available resource and connection, no clue to her whereabouts emerged.

Nor was it only Harlee; Ritchie, her constant companion, had also disappeared as if swallowed by the void. It appeared as though both had dissolved into nothingness, leaving no trace behind.

“Miss Sanderson’s influence is evidently deeper than we initially believed. It’s as if she disappeared off the face of the planet after the 8th. There’s absolutely no trace of her,” Hamilton said.

Harlee’s identity was an enigma, cloaked in shadows.

Despite the Tartarus Club’s involvement, not a single clue emerged. What stood out as particularly troubling was that among the elite black membership cards of the Tartarus Club, hers was the only one with an identity that remained elusive.

“I’ll conduct the investigation myself.” Rhys’s eyes were cold, his voice steady but filled with anger.

Hamilton, standing close by, appeared distressed.

“But Aaron’s forces haven’t been completely dismantled. If you go back now, I fear the remnants might take revenge.”

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